CHAPTER 220: CHAPTER 193

Mu Yunchu thought to herself: Something is not right everywhere.

At the same time, just as they completely disappeared from the roadside, two figures suddenly appeared on the previously deserted street.

One of them was the male college student who had been so terrified on the bus just now.

However, he seemed to have undergone some changes now.

Apart from his simple black jacket being replaced by a robe with complex embroidery, his appearance was more refined than before. It was like a polished version in reality.

"This little girl is a bit more capable than I imagined." He stroked his chin, the headset on his head had disappeared, but he still held his phone tightly.

It made one wonder whether the scene of him holding the phone as if isolated from the world on the bus was real or if he was just acting.

This person was none other than King Yan.

"Has she passed your assessment?" the Judge beside him turned to look at him and asked.

Since Black and White Impermanence brought the mother-son ghosts back to Yama Hall last time, King Yan truly felt the underworld’s need for capable personnel.

While searching for someone useful, he quickly thought of this mortal who could leave him a letter.

So he began an investigation on her.

Mu Yunchu’s life before the age of twenty, apart from being somewhat tragic, had nothing particularly noteworthy for King Yan.

But the events after she took over that shop were quite interesting.

She had dealt with more ghosts than just these.

Her character seemed trustworthy, never owing any high-interest debts.

She even managed to repay a two-million-dollar loan legally in such a short time.

With this in mind, the next step was to test her abilities.

"The sinister aura on this bus is not something regular people can handle."

At least, it requires some capability.

Even the ferryman in this area might find it challenging to handle alone.

But Mu Yunchu resolved it effortlessly.

"Is her ability really that strong?" the Judge raised an eyebrow, which was a rare change on his usually expressionless face.

He couldn’t board the bus, so he could only learn about what happened inside through King Yan’s description.

"She is definitely much stronger than those ferrymen," King Yan replied straightforwardly.

Even if, strictly speaking, those ferrymen worked for him, he showed no mercy, as it was an undeniable fact.

This was just a small test; he didn’t actually fight Mu Yunchu.

The exact extent of her power wasn’t discernible.

But this was enough for him.

Having received this answer from King Yan, the Judge pondered deeply, remaining silent for a long time.

After a while, he asked, "When do you plan to find her?"

King Yan thought for a moment, "As soon as possible."

The Judge, seeing he was about to leave, asked again, "What about the bus?"

While those ghosts might not know, they were very clear about it.

When Mu Yunchu put the key in her pocket, the ghost bus also went into her possession.

A bus without a driver is just a "dead object," but its wonder lies in having been transformed into a nighttime vehicle through feeding on sinister energy for decades.

It is driven by sinister energy, showing it doesn’t need fuel or electricity like regular tools, making it more like a "perpetual motion machine" in some respect.

"We have no use for such an object in the underworld," King Yan mused for a moment, his lips curving, "Unless, from now on, ghosts all take the bus on the Yellow Springs Road?"

King Yan’s slight smile hinted at the humorous picture in his mind.

"After all, she will work for us in the future, so giving her something is not a loss."

The Judge understood that King Yan’s words meant they decided not to reclaim the item.

But he just asked formally, without intending to retrieve it from the beginning.

However... there was something else that concerned him.

"What about the ghosts she released?"

From the start, the Judge had no strong opinions about Mu Yunchu.

It was just her releasing the ghosts he wasn’t satisfied with.

If she showed such partiality while working for them later, it wouldn’t be good.

King Yan seemed to recall something, saying, "No problem."

"Besides, there are so many lonely souls in this world, and those ghosts were seen not to be harmful."

They only intended to prevent the ghost bus from causing more harm and creating more wrongful deaths.

The Judge’s eyes flickered, wanting to say something to King Yan, but finally remained silent.

...

Zhang Cheng finally got a chance to see his son.

Seeing the son he had at over fifty become so dispirited in just a few days, his heart was filled with pain.

"Zhen’er, you’ve suffered here," he said.

"Look how thin you’ve become?"

Zhang Cheng touched Zhang Zhen’s face, and the latter burst into tears.

He was born with a silver spoon, his father a top merchant, having him at over fifty, and his mother passed away when he was young, leaving him the only son at home.

With all these advantages, his life from childhood was incredibly privileged. Even if he wanted the moon, his father would try to make it happen.

Of course, this also meant he caused countless troubles for the family.

In school, he bullied male classmates and harassed female classmates.

After getting a gold-plated degree abroad, he didn’t need to work and still received millions in allowance monthly.

Every day, he lazed around, causing trouble with his rowdy friends.

"I told you before to stay away from those people, but you just wouldn’t listen,"

Zhang Cheng said with a pounding heart, feeling more sorrow than lecturing.

"A poor girl’s death doesn’t matter, but you’ve jeopardized your whole life!"

The evidence was substantial, and once convicted, he faced at least life imprisonment.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhen cried even harder, desperately pleading with his father to save him.

"Dad, I was wrong, I truly know my mistakes. I don’t want to die, nor spend my life in prison."

"Save me, please, rescue me. I swear I’ll change!"

"Dad!"

Probably because Zhang Cheng had spoiled him since childhood, seeing him like this, he couldn’t bear it, so he signaled the man standing behind him - the top lawyer he had hired early on.

The man took a look around, and whispered to Zhang Cheng, "There’s only one possible chance to overturn the case."

"Another victim with the same cause of death has appeared."